No Strings

When we enter what looks like an office, he swipes the papers off the desk and sets me on it.

“Ben,” I breathe, meeting his lust-filled eyes. “We can’t go there…”

“We definitely can,” he argues. “You want no-strings sex, and I want to have sex with you. It’s that easy.”

I shake my head, trying to remember my argument, but one of his hands is now gliding up my thigh, making it hard to think clearly. He grips my legs and spreads them wide, stepping between them.

“Ben,” I groan when he pushes my hair to the side and places soft kisses along my neck. “Nothing about us would be stringless.”

“Savy,” he murmurs into my ear. He’s never used my nickname before, and the way he says it is such a turn-on. “I promise you, no strings.” He sucks on my earlobe, causing my entire body to shiver in anticipation.

“I’m serious. I… I can’t do commitment. I already did that with Neil and—”

He pulls back slightly to meet my eyes and presses his finger over my lips to silence me. “I’m a man of my word, and the only thing I’m committed to is making you come… several times if you’ll let me.”

His last words are my breaking point, and before I can second-guess myself, I’m fisting the front of his shirt and pulling him toward me for a desperate, needy kiss. He tastes like expensive whiskey, and I find myself sucking on his tongue, wanting to get drunk off him.

He moans into my mouth before he pulls back, gripping my nape and exposing my neck. He slowly trails open-mouthed kisses along my overheated flesh, stopping with each one to suckle on my skin. When he draws a full-body shiver out of me, he chuckles lightly.

“Stand,” he demands, stepping back. I find myself pouting when his touch leaves me, but I do as he says, completely under his spell.

“Turn around.”

Again, without question, I follow his command, turning on my heel to face his desk. He steps behind me and dusts my hair to the side. Then he unclasps the chain straps holding my dress up and unwinds it from around my neck. When he unzips the bottom half—since nothing is holding it up anymore—it drops to the floor, making a clanking sound. Because the dress is revealing, I’m left in only my heels and a tiny black thong.

Ben groans under his breath as he runs his palms across my shoulders and sides, over the swells of my ass, and then down the backs of my thighs. When he reaches my ankles, he has me lift each foot, so he can pick up my scrap of a dress off the floor. “Now, put your hands on the desk.”

My palms hit the top of the sleek wood, forcing me to bend slightly due to the height of my heels. I’m completely on display for Ben, but I don’t care because when I glance back through my lashes, the look on his face is pure unadulterated lust, and at this moment, I’ve never felt sexier. He could have any woman he wants, but he wants me.

“Fuck, Savy. Do you have any idea what the sight of you like this does to me?” He doesn’t wait for a response—and it’s a good thing because I have no idea how to respond to that—before he closes the space between us. He plants a kiss on my shoulder as he spreads my legs with his thigh. His hand glides up my back, pushing my shoulders down until I’m flush with the desk. My ass is in the air, my breasts are smooshed against the cold, hard wood, and my legs are open for him.

Since he’s put me in the perfect position to fuck me, I’m expecting him to do just that—get right to it—so I’m confused when his touch disappears momentarily and then reappears between the apex of my legs. He must want to make sure I’m wet first…

But I dart my eyes behind me and find him on his knees. I can’t see what he’s doing, but his lips kiss my left butt cheek and then my right. His fingers slide under the thin material and enter me with ease, causing me to release a groan I attempt to muffle.

“No way. Nobody can hear you. I want to hear every noise, every scream when I make you fucking come.”

My thighs clench at his words, and he chuckles softly, going back to what he was doing. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and this time, when I moan, I don’t hold back, enjoying the feel of him. He peppers kisses across the globes of my ass, then pulls his fingers out and tugs my panties down my legs, helping me step out of them. A second later, my legs are widened, and his hot, wet tongue slides across the seam of my center. My forehead hits the hard wood, and I moan in pleasure.